I had one good thing in my life.

I had one, solid stable thing

I had smooth skin on my wrist

I had one decision to make

I have one beautiful, intangible regret

I have slept one out of seven nights

I have memories where I wish there was nothing

I have pain where before there was silence

I have no good things in my life.

I feel so irreparably damaged
As if it isn’t what I’ve lost that matters
But what I’ve got left